Lower the dinghy, pack the laptop and wallet in a drybag, mosey over to the beach, get the dinghy wheels ready for a surf landing, haul the dinghy up the beach and tie it to a rock, shake the sand out of my sandals, wish the local fishermen a “buenos dias”, follow the dirt path along the cliff edge, stop to take a picture of Brio lying at anchor, walk on the hard packed sand to the bright yellow hotel, find a comfy chair with a quiet view, ask Karla for a “Coca Lite”, make sure Jon has his latest novel to read, and open the computer.

This was my morning commute today.

Sometimes life really is too good; good enough that it hits you in the face with a big gob-smack that says stop whining about damp cushions and repairing sails and whether the amp-hour meter should have a square or triangular box (the big argument this morning) or how good it is for us to be eating chips and salsa for dinner for the 4th time this week and just appreciate where you are, how freaking amazing this life really is, and how soon you’ll be missing it.

Photos of Chacala (where we’ve been for the last 5 days):

The anchorage in Chacala, seen from high up a scrubby mountain we decided to scramble up

My commuter outfit -- the giveaway is a purse instead of a backpack 🙂

We're not sure what "UCE" stands for -- they said something about a place for kids, but "not poor kids!". Doesn't really matter, Jon got the shirt for 10 pesos ($0.80)

Our latest game is seeing how deep we can dive down, and then trying to snap a picture on the way back up 🙂

...plus underwater pictures are always lots of fun!

Always gratefully,

Leah